Pregnancy Diaries: Weeks 25-31

It’s time for another pregnancy diaries and a little update for you all! Baby Holden is cooking away nicely and there’s not long left to go!

I can’t believe that I’m at this stage of pregnancy. It doesn’t seem five minutes since I was very nervously typing up my pregnancy announcement. I know that soon, the weeks will start to drag, the closer it gets to my due date. It feels so long ago since I last did a pregnancy update.

But wow, 31 weeks already…

(Even though I’m now 32 weeks) So what’s been going on from weeks 25 til now? There’s been a couple bumps in the road – nothing massively serious but I think the hospital are just being cautious which I’m glad about. Basically, everything was going swimmingly until I had to go for my 28 week Glucose Test thing for gestational diabetes. I grumbled like hell about this in the run up to the test because my BMI was 0.5 over and let’s be honest, BMI is a load of bollocks. But, in a way, I’m glad I went now because they pulled up a few issues!

I had to do a breathalyser thingie-me-bob. Basically, just to see my carbon monoxide levels and mine came back with worrying results.

They asked if I smoked which I don’t and I never have done. They thought it was home related e.g. faulty boiler. So, they did the test on Kayne too but his came back perfectly fine so that ruled out home. We figured out what it was eventually though.

As a result, they started talking about low birth weights, growth problems, possible routes that we might need to take etc and booked me in for extra scans to monitor Baby Holden. As I said, I truly believe that they were just being cautious, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Plus, if there’s any benefits to this, it just means we get to see him more. We have two more scans booked in as it stands and we’re looking forward to seeing him next week!

I’ve never been prodded with so many needles.

Which I hate, like I actually hate needles. I’m shuddering at the thought of them. Anyway, I’ve had a lot of blood tests done recently to find out why certain things are happening to my body. In my last growth scan, they picked up that I had lots of amniotic fluid. On my chart, my fluid levels were basically at the maximum and well over what they should be. They said it could be nothing but it could be something, so bloods would need taking to rule out infections etc.

There is a fancy term for it but I can’t remember the name! Again, I think they were just being cautious but the results aren’t back from this blood test so we’ll have to see. My bloods also picked up that my iron levels are low so they’ve stuck me on tablets for that, no biggie though.

As if I wasn’t fed up of visiting the hospital enough.

I was back there on the 23rd December because I was punched in the stomach by a child. So, my evening and most of the night was spent on a maternity ward, on a monitor. Thankfully, everything was fine. I knew it would be because I felt Baby Holden kicking just minutes after the child hit me. But, because of my blood group, I wanted to go to be on the safe side. I also wanted to get my Anti-D shot sorted. Which I had on Christmas Eve, again, lovely spending my evening in hospital. But bugger me, the Anti-D shot hurts. I’ve had it twice already and my God, I can’t cope.

The only benefit to this was being strapped up to the monitor because we got to hear his heartbeat. He does NOT like being strapped up to the monitors though, he kept booting them or moving away from them. It definitely made the midwife chuckle – she was absolutely lovely too.

So aside from those 3-4 weeks, everything else has been going fine!

He moves, like really moves. Everyone always comments on how active he is. We’ve even seen his feet pushing out from my stomach. It’s quite fun trying to guess which body part he’s pushing out, we’ve kinda figured it out now since at all the recent scans and stuff he’s been head down. In fact, as I type this – he’s kicking the crap out of me. It’s just amazing seeing how much he moves. He’s really responsive to Kayne’s voice – especially his laugh which I love. I have a funny feeling he’s going to be a really active baby and a cheeky one at that.

The heartburn is at an all time high and it’s driving me up the wall. I don’t think there’s enough Gaviscon in the world right now that can take it away. That’s definitely one thing I won’t miss about being pregnant and that is the insufferable heartburn.

In general though,

The only time I’ve really felt pregnant recently is during the event at work in December. God, that was tough. Trying to make over 2,500 people happy seeing Santa, riding the train, presents etc, have an event run smoothly, keep everything organised and on time- it’s exhausting. Like, it was exhausting when I wasn’t pregnant but doing it pregnant was a whole new challenge for me. I managed though (I think) and so many lovely customers wished me well, said I was doing brilliantly to say I was 7/8 months pregnant which made me feel 100 times better about myself. Snaps for me! *Hoping somebody gets that reference*

I’ve had two weeks off for Christmas and New Years and I’m glad that I’ve had the time to chill. It’s done wonders for me and I think that’s definitely helped with some of the issues I was having because the majority of them seem to have gone away, I think I was trying to do way too much.

Admittedly, the stretch marks have got me down a bit and I’ve even cried about them to Kayne (several times) but it’s just part of being pregnant and not everyone can avoid them. It just makes me feel a bit crap but then I’m reminded by Kayne that my body is doing something amazing by growing a little human so all the stretchmarks, saggy skin and whatever else I’m left with, will be worth it. Thank God he’s been here to talk sense into me. He’s been such a rock in this pregnancy, I couldn’t have done it without him.

My hormones and moods are e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. One minute I’m crying, the next I’m laughing. Then, I’m tired and the next I want to eat my weight in whatever I’m currently craving. So it’s a bit of a rollercoaster.

I just can’t believe that we will be hopefully meeting him next month, although we know that he’ll come when he’s ready. It’s all starting to sink in and feel so, so real.